My secrets with Luna

Once before,
   I remember gazing at the moon,
   and whispering things to the stars…

For a while I thought
   I was speaking secretly to the rain,
   when an eavesdropping wind came…

Gabbing my furtive talks,
   inviting a willful stranger;
   maybe a wayward, meandering spook

listening heedlessly
   yet intently to engage my soul
   to a ciphered poetic conversation

like my heart were
   some territory waiting to be
   conquered and won.

~MJ 🌺